She is my February and my happiness,
she brings a smile drawn between her cheeks,
adorned with freckles, adorned with sighs.
It's that she's my February and my half,
my good morning and my whole morning.
She looks at me and does not look at me when I look at her,
when it dawns and closes the eyes quickly,
when I look at her and sigh,
when the sleep is done.
She is my February ...
(Author of the poem: @JimQuijada / Source of the image: Pezibear)